a talent passed from Grandfather, to grandson, to niece (my daughter) Illustrating is a gift.

The talent has passed 3 generations, that I can see the illustrator carried from my Grandfather, to my brother, then to my daughter.           through

This is a quick coloring with crayons, but the art is just like my twin brother’s art, when my brother was her age. Its in the genes & that is amazing. My art came from envy of Jason’s talent, I was green, green, green with Jealousy. But I’m not Jealous of H.’s inborn talent, I encourage. Because she felt she wasn’t good at anything her whole life, she had no interest in anything. She would ask what am I going to do when I grow up. I always told her not to worry about it, she will figure it out. I think she just had to grow old enough to gain the strength in her hands to draw as she does. This coloring was some sort of joke my mother or daughter won’t share with me. I just hope I’m not the witch!

one more thing…

one more thing...

This child said to me last night while I sat at my desk, laughing at something. “Mom, I love it when you smile…& I love it when you laugh, it make me feel really happy” then he walked out of the room.

taking my heart with him

A Bat Mitzvah speech for her. Or how we conquered Dragons.

I was asked by my Rabbi if I wished to say something wonderful about my daughter during her Bat Mitzvah.  For him to ask me…was a standard question. But for me, it was akin to asking me to fight dragons. Public speaking or fighting dragons is a toss up as far as which I would…